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Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 17:45:21 GMT -5
(Sun rise)
Ouch, Ughh, Oooh.
My head.
Drunk again.
Clearly am experiencing some form of hang over. Breath smells like, ewww, Spitwhisk, worst devils brew ever.
Where did I go to get drunk?
Don't even remember yesterday taking place let alone enjoying any of it.
Lights out.
Will deal with this later.
(One Hour later)
No! more light! somebody shut the curtains.
Will self to have the strength to close blinds....no maybe not.
Desperately in need of the toilet.
Never mind, will deal with that later too.
Draco arose to find his sore joints and heavy head enthusiastically awaiting his return from the world where pain is not important. Also known as his dreams. Sweet dreams. Where reality is a distant nightmare.
He blinked a few times. His eyes were sticky and clumped together. As if he had been crying.
His lips were dry, they felt like he had licked them both and then sucked a sheet of toilet paper, leaving cotton trails in his mouth.
Draco was lay on his side facing out of the bed. His view was fairly limited though he had a little shock.
He wasn't in his own bed but in what appeared to be some form of beaten up hotel room. It looked dingy and damp. Like the taverns in Knockturn Alley and only the most sinister witches and sorcerers dare go their.
However Draco was a Malfoy an had visited the Taverns with his father in Knockturn Alley on many occasion.
The problem was, his father was in Azkaban and even if he hadn't been, Draco doubted Lucius would have made for a highly entertaining drinking companion.
As Draco eyed the floor he felt a urge to vomit but managed to hold it in. Lay on the floor on a patch of damp carpet lay the demon in question. An empty bottle of spitwhisk. Yuck. Strongest whiskey ever. Draco didn't even like the taste.
He couldn't help but realizing his clothes didn't seem to be present. He found a pair of trousers, that clearly belonged to him but his shirt and robes were missing.
No wait. Found the robes under the bed. But shirt...Now if I were a shirt, where would I be?
Draco rolled back from his hanging position onto the bed and smiled with ease as his face embraced the cool pillow. He sighed. Though he wasn't comfy any more.
That was the thing about hangovers, he was always fidgeting. Rolling over.
Oh God! Who is that? And why is she wearing my shirt??
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 11, 2010 18:19:01 GMT -5
Hermione Granger wasn't the same old young girl she used to be but she was still a bright wizard she just had more fun. They were still in school so she had to be. She wanted to work for the ministry of course but had to keep herself out of trouble. She was laying down in an old hotel room sleeping. Hermione was out cold. She had a bottle of Wiskey laying at the side of her with her hand hanging off of the bed. What had gotten into the girl. Hermione woke up suddenly from a bad dream. Sometimes she had thoughs when she drank. She looked down at her hand and where the bottle was. Oh great why am I not in my own room and why do I have someone else's shirt on? She asked herself. Where are my clothes?She thought she looked around the room they weren't anywhere she looked to the bathroom. What were they doing there? She turned around on her other side she was still tired and didn't feel that good. She looked up and looked at the blond hair boy. He looked fimilar but she couldn't think straight. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."She said. "Oh great what happened here?"She said. "and how for that matter of fact."She said to him. (Hope that is okay. It will get better.)
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Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 18:36:13 GMT -5
Merlin's painted toenails.
Hermione Granger. The Mudblood.
What would people say if they knew? He would surely lose all respect and be pelted by sharp rocks. Unless he could some how swing this unfortunate event around to be the ultimate crime and there for raise his profile by mountains.
Just imagine the look on Potter's specky face. Wash Cloth Weasley would probably just pass out but not Potter, Potter would go mental. Excellent.
Hermione was giving Draco a pinched frown from the centre of the bed. She turned out to be rather a hogger. As she spoke here venemous drone was enough to crack his dry morning skin. How was he to know what had happened. Clearly he had been oblitoratingly drunk or drugged or he wouldnt be any where near her in the first place. As Hermione wrapped herself tightly in the sheets to ease her modisty Draco's upper lip quivered.
'Don't flatter yourself Granger, I've seen more interesting attributes on a shrub' Draco Grunted.
So self obsessed, like he'd even want to look. The truth was he had actually had a very good look and it was nothing special. All hip bones and freckles and he was sure it hadn't changed much since. Well obviously it wasn't all freckles and hip bones. There had been some rather pleasing assets, not enough by far but some, rather satisfactory collar bones that slipped gracefully into her suitably formed shoulders, favorable-ish and her petite waist wasn't exactly grim, not completely displeasing as a whole just, just too bad it was attached to a shrew.
How had this happened and why couldn't he remember a thing?
He was often left with partial memory failure after a heavy evening but never forgot a whole twenty four hours of his existence.
Draco had instantly taken a rather strong disliking to Hermione Granger upon their first meeting. It wasn't just that she was an insufferably book worm, the matter of her filthy blood type and the company she chose to keep. It was her entire being, Hermione was just such a frustrating little troll and that was before she opened her mouth. When she opened the cave of poison Draco's ears began to bleed.
Maybe he had been cursed. He doubted anything less could have persuaded him to do such a detestable thing with someone who lacked any trace of sex appeal. The Imperious curse must have been involved somewhere.
Draco noted how his abdomin felt. It was in knots. A definate sign that he had more than likely had sex with...Hermione Granger. Not to mention waking up stark naked beside her equally naked person. She may have been wearing his shirt but certainly wasn't wearing any knickers.
Draco had grown accustom to verbal sparring sessions with Hermione and her friends but they had never taken place so early in the morning. He wasn't prepared. Lay off you heinous fuzzy beast. I need to sleep. Though clearly there will be no more sleeping. Mudblood's!
He had realized Hermione was probably just as surprised to be in this situation as he was a felt he may owe her the smallest of explanations. The problem was, he was clueless about what had previously transpired the previous evening. His furthest memory was of waking in the moldy room but moments before.
It was all rather unsettling.
Well he was certain of one thing. Whatever had happened it was more than likely his fault.
Draco was an intelligent young man and was fully aware of his surroundings and thought process most of the time making it very easy for him to disguise his own faults in other peoples, allowing them to take the blame for whatever he had idiotically done. Hermione however was no Crabbe or Goyle and would clearly see straight through his usual tricks.
Draco was a little more practiced on Dark Arts than he cared to let on. Then again he assumed someone with Hermione's IQ would probably have swallowed this knowledge many years ago when she learned who his father was. Still, he did not feel completley at ease in Hermione's company. It was a well known fact that Hermione was very good at thinking on the spot and a wizz for lack of a better term when it came to using a wand. If he put one foot out of place he would surely lose it.
Wand. Where is my wand?
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 11, 2010 19:04:52 GMT -5
"What did you do? What happened?" Hermione looked at him and smirked she had to get up and change. Draco was standing half naked in front of her. He did rather look kindof handsome. Hermione snap out of it you hate him. What would Ron and Harry think? No one could no about this. She thought to herself. Hopefully he wouldn't tell anyone. She saw her clothes in the bathroom she had Draco's shirt on. Hermione got up and ran to the bathroom to go grab her clothes. She put a pair of her jeans on and her shirt. She rinsed off her face and fixed her hair. Hermione walked out of the bathroom and walked back into the room. Draco was looking for something she spotted a wand on the floor. "Are you looking for this?"She asked him. "Before I give it back to you. You swear you wont say anything to Harry, Ron, or anyone for that matter?"She asked him. "I need to leave."She said to him. She couldn't believe what had happened. Did they have sex, well if her clothes were half off I am sure they did. She had to leave. She couldn't be with him that much longer. Would he let her.
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Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 19:26:44 GMT -5
Draco was well aware of the power his naked body possessed. He was even more aware of the stress it would be causing the intolerable bookworm that was Hermione. The abomination of modesty that would no doubt be painted on her pinched little face and that was something that caused Draco great merriment. Draco turned to face Hermione, greeting by her blushing cheeks. It was in all fairness not as entertaining as he thought. Maybe if his penis had not shriveled to the sized of a undeveloped baby carrot he would feel slightly more superior. Never mind, she had seen it earlier, in all it's glory. That was a sight Draco was sure would not escape her darkest thoughts with great ease. He smirked to himself at the thought of Hermione, trying her hardest to study contently in the library whilst being assaulted by her very own memories. Hermione scurried off to the bathroom. Draco couldn't help but laugh to himself. What was she trying to achieve? He had clearly seen her disrobed. Maybe she was hunting for something like her dignity. Ha. That had jumped on the same train as Draco's sanity and was probably in the far reaches of the country by now.
When she was finally emerged they exchanged awkward glances for a moment.
His shirt came thundering towards his face at rapid speed. His relfexes weren't up to much. Hang over x morning = button in eye.
He had quite forgotten he was shirtless in the company of such a wretched worm but still, who care's she had clearly seen him naked too and he had nothing to be ashamed off. Draco had, over the years developed into quite an appealing young man. He was tall and sculpted and his chest was nothing shy of chizelled. Should he have began a piece of clay the artist who carved his beauty would have been awarded many galleons.
As she teased his wand before him Draco turned away. He wasn't interested. He had just woken up to discove her was starring in a horror movie and wasn't going to play fetch with the mudblood. Hopefully she would get bored and give him back his wand. If she didn't he would break her arm. Simple.
Draco couldnt help but smirking at her outburst.
' If you hadn't noticed Granger' Draco hissed coldly, almost as if he were bored with her presence all together...
'I don't really share my biggest failures in like with Potter and chums!' Draco flicked his head enthusiastically with a very flase smile.
He snatched his wand from her at rapid pace though he didn't manage to catch it and it rolled under some furniture.
He had found the leck of memory very disturbing but seeing someone over-reacting so aggressively made him cheer a little inside. She was so melodramatic and it really did her no favours.
He walked over to the window to attempt to discover their location or atleast spot something familiar.
He shot Hermione a foul look as he neared her. She was clearly flattering her self with the idea that he may wish to be in such close proximety with her for another reason. Cruelly fooling herself.
From the dust smeered window which seemed to be held together with tape he could spot The Rotten Mule, one of the many rather dishevelled taverns on Knockturn Alley.
He was mildly entertained by his victorious guess that they were infact in Knockturn Alley though this didn't help him much.
There was no fireplace in the scaly room and he didn't have a spec of floo powder on him. This meant one thing. They would have to leave via the front entrance. How ver depressing.
'Right, let's go' Draco said, rolling his shoulders to edged his shirt onto his back. Hermione has left it inside out. How rude.
Draco spotted his wand under the wobbly chair and snapped it into his palm.
Knock Knock.
'No room service neccessary, we're leaving' Draco shouted not even turning to face the door. To busy with his buttons.
'I've got your cerificate Mr Malfoy' Sneered a female's voice.
Well Draco assumed it was female. It was wraspy and old. It sounded to be the voice of a heavy smoker.
Certificate? for what, laying his first Mudblood?
'What?' Draco asked, checking Hermione's face for answers though she seemed as blank as he felt.
'For you and Mrs Malfoy' Continued the voice.
Clearly Draco had been so drunk he had lost all self respect when booking the room. Either that or Hermione had let her wildest fantasies be reality for one night and claimed to be his wife.
'Certificate for what?' hiss Draco hunting for his tie.
Hermione was so pompous, she could of at least helped him look.
Knock Knock. The woman was very persisted.
Draco gritted his teeth letting out a frustrating breath and opened the door aggressively.
'Ere...' said the crone handing him a scroll.
She peered in at Hermione and her face screwed up with a witches cackle and she turned to leave.
Draco slammed the door and held the scroll in his teeth unhooking his tie off the door handle. He drooped it around his neck and opened the scroll.
His eyes scanned its inhabitants untill he was sure his heart had stopped beating. He reread the contexts and dropped the scroll. This was too horrific to be true. This was a lie. A horrible tasteless practical joke.
Draco didn't know whether he should laugh at the sheer hilarious nature of the prank or ball into his hand at the more worrying fact that it may be ligit.
He took a step back.
When the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed they buckled and his slid down onto the floor.
Draco malfoy was a pale boy at the best of times but he was sure he had lost so much colour he may infact be transparent. This could not be true. Could it?
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 11, 2010 20:24:12 GMT -5
As they were about to leave Hermione through his shirt at him and he grabbed his wand out of her hand. Hermione heard a knock on the door. She stood next to Draco as the lady stood there. She looked at Draco with a blank stair like what was she talkin about. Mrs. Malfoy really she thought. Was the woman mad. Hermione didn't know what to do or think. Hermione watched him with out doing anything. She didn't know what to do or say. He could hurt her. He watched as he backed up and hit the floor. She walke over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Maybe that was a bad idea she thought. She just didn't know what else to do. She read her certificate she dropped that on the floor. She was just in complete shock. She sat on the bed next to him. "How did this happen?"She asked him she took her arm off of the shoulder she looked the opposit way. She starred at the wall thinking she covered her head. Mrs. Malfoy that is all she could think. She needed to figure out maybe they could go out and ask around. Well that probably woul be a bad idea.
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Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 20:31:39 GMT -5
Draco could not bring himself to speak or even look at Hermione He wanted to scream and barb her with the details of the disgusting insult that lay on the parchment before his feet but the words would not come. The urge to vomit was back only this time he wasn't sure if he could keep it down.
No. He couldn't. He ran to the bathroom but didn't quite make it and ended up being violently sick into the waster paper basket. Not so arrogant now.
What on earth had happened to him.
No amount of alcohol, be it muggle or magic based could have inflicted such drastic impared judgement. He was sure he must of been cursed.
But who? who would use him as such pawn in the game that twisted his morals into nothing but pixie dust.
The confusing thing was if it was the imperious curse that had left them in this mess then it more than likely came from a follower of the Dark Lord. No one on Dumbledores team would have the time between kissing babies and playing hide the broomstick with the other boys. This was definately an act of evil. It was clearly directed at them for a reason. Who would bring total opposites together by mistake. It was to much of a coincidence to be one at all. It was deliberate and spiteful.
The writing ran though his head like a type writer over and over until....
More vomit. Nice. Hermione looked disgusted at him. Well she obviously hadn't let the idea sink in yet had she. When she did Draco was sure she would do more than just vomit, she would probably shit a fully sized rhino.
This is the worst thing to ever happen to a person since the dawn of time.
Potter thinks he is all traumatised because his parents were murdered, well that is nothing compared to this let me tell you.
Draco stood, holding himself up with one weak arm, slightly bent over the basket. He could see Hermione reaching for the scroll.
Should he stop her? should he grab it and destroy it before she could read it again?
No Draco! idiot, then it looks like it's your fault and your hiding it. Oh God! God! Ha! where were you yesterday evening!!
Vomit had stopped. Finally. Right breath. Just breath. Sigh.
Must erase this problem from existence. But how? I don't know any divorce lawyers....
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 11, 2010 21:09:29 GMT -5
As Hemrione picked up the piece of parchment she read it over and over again. A couple of times she just couldn't believe it. She through it back onto the floor. She looked back at Draco who wasn't saying a word either. He looked like he didn't feel well from the alcohol. Neither did Hermione. All she just wanted to do was go home, but to figure this whole mess out first. She read the letter one more time. She felt sick to her stomach like he did. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She looked into the mirror and held her self up by the sink. Hermione Malfoy she thought about that she laughed and shook her head. She thought she was going crazy. Hermione felt like she was going to vomit it was comming up, she leaned over to the toilet and did. Here it comes again she got up and sat down on the floor. Tears started falling down on her cheeks. Maybe they could get a divorce she thought but that would cost alot of money. Or they could not tell anyone know one would know. Well besides the people that married them. How drunk did she get last night. She locked the door so he couldn't get in. Uh oo there is that sick feeling again. But it stayed down this time. Hermione just relax this will get figured out.
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Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 21:28:16 GMT -5
Right. Draco needed to contact his father. Lucius would know what to do. No wait, He is is Azkaban! Damn it. His mother? No she would be too distraught. Someone, anyone? He chewed his lip. He was a very wealthy lad, he could easily afford a divorce. All they needed to do was find someone to perform the ceremony. Wizardings divorces were different to muggle ones. A divorce was rather a wedding in reverse. You took vows, promising to not love each other and not marry each other. It made for a very good reception as both parties could pull at the dinner. Whilst Hermione was in the bathroom Draco grabbed his cloak and threw it around his shoulders. He ran down the corridor and down the crooked stairs to the reception, which was luckily not in view of the pubs patrons. He hooked his hid over his head. The one thing that Draco detested about himself was that his blond hair made it awfully hard to miss him. He rang the bell a few times and fidgeted from one foot to the other and he waited. He eyed the certificate. THE HORNTAILS REGISTRY was written at the top. That is where they needed to be. When the dumpy crone finally emerged Draco slammed the certificate down.
'I need directions to the Horntail's registry!' he snapped.
The woman grinned displaying her crooked black teeth.
'Your ere!' she cackled.
'What?, this is a pub you old bat' Draco whaled pointing at the customers drinking.
'And a marriage registry' she said pointing at the very small sign behind the desk advertising the services in their function room.
Draco was disgusted, this whole ordeal was a joke.
'Whatever look!, This is not right' Draco shook the paper at her forcefully.
'We were drunk or cursed or possibly both' Draco shouted.
The crone eyed the paper.
She nodded and smiled.
'You both signed, it's official. Congratulations' she cackled once more.
What was so bloody funny?
'Well we want to unsign, we want to get a divorce right now!' Draco demanded slamming a pouch full of galleons on her desk.
When her beady eyes caught sight of the gold they grew in size but then they glazed as she turned to Draco and leaned in.
Draco always leaned in. He didn't want to but she was clearly asking him to co-operate and anything to get him divorced would be done.
'There will be no unbinding for the bidden' She whispererd.
'What?!' Draco stepped away from the crazy hag, she wasn't making a bit of sense.
'No one can break an unbreakable vow' she smiled eerily.
What! WHAT! UNBREAKIBLE BLOODY FUCKING VOW!!!
Draco couldn't breath. That is not how marriage ceremonies were performed, there was no dark magic involved. He searched for his breath but it did not come. He was having a panic attack. He was sure of it. He stumbled into a pot holding a dead ficus and fell back to the desk.
He suddenly realised why Knockturn Alley had such a bad reputation. It wasn't just the prostitues and the black market, it was illegal marriage ceremonies for intoxicated teenagers.
The crone stepped back and waved behind him.
Draco turned to see a rather shocked Hermione gawping at them both.
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 11, 2010 22:06:11 GMT -5
Hermione finally got up and walked out of the bathroom. Draco wasn't there did he leave with out her. No he couldn't have they had to figure it out first. She walked out of the room and went to go find him. She was a mess. Finally she went to the place down below. She spotted Draco and an old lady at the bar. She stopped in the middle of the and gawped at both of them. "Did you could we undo it?"She asked him. She walked up to the person at the bar. "What happened last night you must know if you were here."She asked. She looked around her stomache wasn't feeling good she drank so much more than she normally did. She held her stomach. What would happen if she was pregnant with Draco's baby that could be horrible if they had sex last night and unprotected. "Draco did I hear sometihng about an unbreakable vow that was made." Hermione snapped. She sat down on the stool and held her stomach. "I demand to know what happened." She said. (Sorry that was so short. Kind of getting tired.)
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Post by silverserpent on Oct 12, 2010 8:53:04 GMT -5
'Shut up, just shut up!' Draco shouted at Hermione.
She was the most infuriating creature on the planet.
Every time she opened her mouth she just got more annoying that the last. Couldn't she think of something creative to say? always asking bloody questions! I thought she was supposed to be the genius!
She was such a spoiled little brat.
Demands often came from people like Draco, people of power and status but that's because they demanded much less important people to do things for them.
Hermione was friends with the Weasley's for God's sake and chose to reside in their grotty little hump shack on purpose, she had no right to demand anything of anyone. Especially Draco. Didn't she know who he was?
Draco could have easily punched Herrmione square in the face, she was so aggravating.
He clenched his fists tightly but against his better judgement decided not to.
He needed air and he needed to be alone.
He snatched the galleons off of the desk and stormed out of the pub alone, keeping his drak hood close to his face for cover. Once he was in the street he could easily lose Hermione and get to stall selling floo powder.
He wanted to talk to professor Snape, it was his only shot though he desperately didn't want to.
Severus Snape was Draco's Godfather, though he did not act like it. Maybe this time?
I doubt it.
Still what choice do you have? you can't run to the ministry claiming you have possibly been cursed, that or got too drunk and made an illegal (Azkaban illegal) unbreakable vow to someone.
Oh bloody buggering hell!
I bet Potter never get's into these messes.
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 12, 2010 16:09:01 GMT -5
Hermione looked at Draco when he told her to shut up. She watched him stormed off and left what was she supposed to do. She couldn’t go run off and tell Harry or Ron for that matter. She had no one to talk to . She looked up at the lady at the counter and the old hag just laughed. Hermione needed to go home to think what to do. Her stomach was killing her she had to leave knock tern alley she held her stomach and made her way out she put her robe on and put her hood up. It was the second to last day before they had to go back to school there first day was in two more days. Hermione did not want to go back. What had gotten into her. She stormed out of the pub and roamed the streets of knock tern alley and made her to diagon alley. She spotted Draco before she left she needed to ask him one more thing. She ran up to him and grabbed his arm before he left. “Why are you leaving Draco we have to figure this out first. You’re not going anywhere until we do.” She told him. “Draco, what are we going to do?”She asked him. “I will be at Ron’s tomorrow so I don’t know how you will get a hold of me.”She told him. “I always go there before school with Harry.”She said. “We have to figure something out before school.”She said. “I can brew up a potion tonight. A memory potion to look back in time to see what happened yesterday. “ She said to him. That was one thing Hermione was really good at was potions. She thought about it she forgot that she had heard from Harry that Snape was Draco’s godfather. “Do you think Professor Snape can help?” She asked.
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Post by silverserpent on Oct 13, 2010 21:16:32 GMT -5
Draco glared at her.
Still. So many questions.
What did she expect him to do?
'Snape won't help you!' Draco hissed. He planned on involvign snape but did not plan on mentioning Hermione at all. It was bad enough he had done something as stupid as an unbreakable voew and married let alone to a filthy aggravating mudblood.
'Brew up whatever potion you like' Draco hissed.
'See you at school'
With that Draco stepped into one of the nearest floo compartments and vanished.
Stupid bloody mudbloods.
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Post by sweetpansy on Oct 13, 2010 23:49:26 GMT -5
(Sorry took me so long my aunt gave me a flu shot today and my arm is sore :-( she is a nurse) "See you at school." Hermione said to Draco. She watched as he left. "Accio Broom."She said and her broom appeared. She flew back to her house and got one of her potion books out that had the ingrediants in it for the potion that she had to make. No one was home her parents were away so she had time. It would only take her an hour to do the potion. Hermione finally finished the potion with in the hour. She put the potion into a couple of bottles she made to much but it might be useful later on she thought to herself. She put all of the bottle's in a bag and packed them up with the rest of the stuff. Hermione wasn't feeling to good from last night and she needed to get some sleep. She got a shower and put her pajama's on and laid in her bed thinking about last night. She needed to know she was going to wait for Draco but she decided to look about what happened last night. She got a bowl out and put wanter on it and poured the potion in. It took her back to the day before where Hermione was at her house and she took a walk and she went to the park near her house. Hermione was shocked by this when she saw Draco. Draco was upset about his father being in azkaban and Draco and hermione went back to her house to get warm. They started to Drink thereand they had whine. Hermione made Draco dinner and they decided to go to the pub. Someone cursed them but you couldn't see who it was. She saw the whole wedding ceremony and she was shocked. She had to tell Draco but she decided to wait till school. She laid in bed and stayed up all night thinking about it. She couldn't believe it the next Day she spent it at Ron's with Harry. It was kind of akward around the two she didn't act like herself. Next Day.. Hogwarts... Finally they left for school and got up in the morning ate breakfast and went on there way. It was a long train ride. Finally they got to the school she felt the train stop and put on her robes. They all made there way up to the castle and waited for the ceremony to start. Hermione sat on the side closest to the Slytherin table where Draco was. She wrote him a note. It said. Draco, Meet me by the lake after dinner. I know what happened its not good. I will show you its better for you to see. I have an extra potion with me. Hermione She put her arm behind her with out Harry or Ron looking. She tapped Draco on the back and slid the note into his pocket.
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